{"id":631,"date":"2015-12-11T10:41:48","date_gmt":"2015-12-11T13:41:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/otaviopinto.com\/?p=631"},"modified":"2015-12-11T13:17:58","modified_gmt":"2015-12-11T16:17:58","slug":"ha-umas-maos-acenando","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/otaviopinto.com\/index.php\/2015\/12\/11\/ha-umas-maos-acenando\/","title":{"rendered":"H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_counters\" href=\"https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/lang\/pt\/share-small.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:2px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_c=new Array(\"twitter\",\"facebook_like\",\"facebook_send\",\"pinterest\",\"email\",\"print\",\"linkedin\");var hupso_counters_lang = \"pt_BR\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"blogdootavio\";var hupso_url_c=\"\";var hupso_title_c=\"H%C3%A1%20umas%20m%C3%A3os%20acenando\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/counters.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>Bel\u00edssimo poema do meu av\u00f4, Dagmar Pinto, em homenagem ao seu filho, Ot\u00e1vio, falecido prematuramente aos 33 anos, deixando vi\u00fava e tr\u00eas filhas.<\/p>\n<p>Originalmente publicado na coluna \u201cLivros\u201d, de Junot Silveira, na p\u00e1gina 5 do jornal \u201cA TARDE\u201d, edi\u00e7\u00e3o de 10 de abril de 1965. Como n\u00e3o h\u00e1 registro online do poema, resolvi post\u00e1-lo nesse singelo espa\u00e7o.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u2018\u2019 H\u00c1 UMAS M\u00c3OS ACENANDO&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando<\/p>\n<p>\u2014 Asas aflitas surpresas\u00a0\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Para o amanh\u00e3 imposs\u00edvel,<\/p>\n<p>Para o amanh\u00e3 que n\u00e3o veio.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando<\/p>\n<p>Das regi\u00f5es misteriosas,<\/p>\n<p>Num ap\u00ealo in\u00fatil \u00e0 vida:<\/p>\n<p>M\u00e3os que semearam o amor<\/p>\n<p>Pelos caminhos \u2014\u00a0essa luz maravilhosa<\/p>\n<p>Que transfigura o mundo<\/p>\n<p>E p\u00f5e em cada chaga uma rosa.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Do alto das imensidades<\/p>\n<p>H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando,<\/p>\n<p>Numa ang\u00fastia silenciosa,<\/p>\n<p>Para os tr\u00eas l\u00edrios do teu sangue,<\/p>\n<p>Carne viva de tua carne.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando<\/p>\n<p>Para as estr\u00ealas long\u00ednquas,<\/p>\n<p>Que brilham como os teus sonhos,<\/p>\n<p>Agora refletidos na minha alma,<\/p>\n<p>Agora buscando o Infinito.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Meu filho, escuta:<\/p>\n<p>Parece que a cidade est\u00e1 morrendo<\/p>\n<p>Que seres e coisas se estiolam<\/p>\n<p>Ante a longa aus\u00eancia sem esperan\u00e7a.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No passado env\u00f4lto em brumas,<\/p>\n<p>Que se esgar\u00e7am tristemente,<\/p>\n<p>Vejo-te as m\u00e3os estendidas<\/p>\n<p>Da crian\u00e7a que desperta,<\/p>\n<p>No seio da noite imensa,<\/p>\n<p>Para o t\u00eanue sonho desfeito.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Terei sempre nos meus olhos<\/p>\n<p>Os teus olhos sem luz,<\/p>\n<p>O teu corpo inerte, gelado&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Mas do outro lado da vida<\/p>\n<p>H\u00e1 umas m\u00e3os acenando.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_counters\" href=\"https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/lang\/pt\/share-small.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:2px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_c=new Array(\"twitter\",\"facebook_like\",\"facebook_send\",\"pinterest\",\"email\",\"print\",\"linkedin\");var hupso_counters_lang = \"pt_BR\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"blogdootavio\";var hupso_url_c=\"\";var hupso_title_c=\"H%C3%A1%20umas%20m%C3%A3os%20acenando\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/counters.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_counters\" href=\"https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/lang\/pt\/share-small.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:2px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_c=new Array(\"twitter\",\"facebook_like\",\"facebook_send\",\"pinterest\",\"email\",\"print\",\"linkedin\");var hupso_counters_lang = \"pt_BR\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"blogdootavio\";var hupso_url_c=\"\";var hupso_title_c=\"H%C3%A1%20umas%20m%C3%A3os%20acenando\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/counters.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>Bel\u00edssimo poema do meu av\u00f4, Dagmar Pinto, em homenagem ao seu filho, Ot\u00e1vio, falecido prematuramente aos 33 anos, deixando vi\u00fava e tr\u00eas filhas. 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